As he worked, Larry told his friend, “Don’t worry about Doug. He already has someone lined up tonight. How do you think we got this gig in the first place?”
Leaning against one of the van’s open back doors, Geoff frowned down at him. “What do you mean?”
“That lady who came on stage after our set?” Larry glanced up at him and smirked. “She was the manager, I bet. That type always goes for Doug, I don’t know why. He told me once it was his smile, but I’ve known him long enough to know when he’s hiding nothing but bullshit behind that grin. I think some older ladies like reliving their glory days by fucking younger men, and Doug’s an easy lay. Don’t you dare tell him I said that, though.”
“I won’t.” Geoff laughed again and shook his head. “I guess if you’re hard up and can’t get it, you take it wherever you can.”